Best Felixstowe Poems
>Are the best things in life free?
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad Author
& Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned
One of my cousin’s on Facebook one day.
Said the best things in life are free.
Then she wrote a list you see.
Well not you, as it was seen by me.
I had of course, to reply.
Well my writing bug did, I sigh!
1. Hugs! To have a hug that close honey.
I need deodorant and that costs money.
2. Raise a smile! For that I must clean my teeth.
Toothbrush and paste, they are not cheap.
3. Family! That’s not free.
Just think of the mortgage fee.
4. Sleep! Really need a bed for that.
They are not cheap. That’s a fact.
5. Kisses! Flowers, chocolates and all that.
Leaves my wallet looking flat.
7. Friends! No doubt my turn to treat.
Every blinking time at pub we meet.
8. Memories! Now that is the one.
Don’t need cash to remember one.
That was before all those things I did do.
You said were, ‘free,’ you did it’s true.
Sadly they were not for me.
The seven things you said were free.
So that’s all now, you’ll get from me.
And all of this, ‘was,’ blinking free.
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Some of my Angels are on loan.
I say I have four caring for me.
Two in the day and night you see.
As my cousin was ill, you know.
I ordered two, too her go.
My cousin later informed me she was okay.
her operation done she did say.
So my two angels she thanked that day.
And bless sent them back yesterday.
I sent the following message on Facebook 9-8-15
I have trolled, you have been told.
And I don't know what to say.
Those angels I did send you know,
Are still not back today.
Did you tell them to travell by train?
I know their wings don't like rain.
I checked the air at Felixstowe.
Just in case there they did go.
Sadly there was no sign of them, you know.
You know I am a patient man.
Bet they are talking as angels can.
Expect they'll turn up, and when they do.
I'll tell you when to cover your ears too.
As the air here might be blue.
Bit like the sky, i'm telling you.
Oh yes! Hope you are well soon too.
Having released those angels two.
I'll clip their wings that's what I'll do.
And next time, send my men angels to you.
(TMA)
As we are both recovering the Angels are on stand by. Well you never really know when, or where they will be needed do you?
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
Ho, ho, ho, the Christmas vandals have struck.
Where you might well ask?
Felixstowe,at the beach huts.
Three times now, those blinking vandals.
Have struck at my beach but there.
Is it not too much to ask them.
Too vandalise elsewhere?
I mean three times my hut’s been vandalised.
And it’s not cruel to anyone.
Mind you, I might be later on.
If I catch those vandalisers!
Doing what they do for fun.
I am slightly annoyed.
I am slightly perturbed.
I am also blinking mad.
You’ll have to take my word.
I will repair.my beach hut door.
It will look quite posh, you know.
Then, when I put up for sale.
Up the price will go.
Felixstowe may not be Southwold.
Where beach huts are worth their weight in gold!
But the amenities at Felixstowe are increased, so I have been told.
Children have a play area, it is very nice indeed.
There are posh toilets and a shower to wash off that sea weed.
Kiosk selling cakes and drinks coffee and tea I mean.
Another sells seaside novelties and lovely ice cream.
I think I’ll mention all this in my advert for my beach hut.
But I will leave out them vandals no publicity then I will give.
I only hope without the fame, they can really live.
I have the wood, screws and nails matching paint as well.
And if I see those vandals!
I could nail them down as well.
I’m booking all my expense; it could be quite a lot.
So when those vandals are caught they can pay for it, I certainly will not.
Of course there is no CCTV, and witnesses there are none.
Of those dear blinking vandals, having so much fun.
And as Christmas is coming and if they caught you know.
I’m sure the magistrate will be lenient and let them blighters go.
Personally I would lock them up and throw away the key.
Then my beach hut would be safe from the vandals, do you agree?
Mine was not the only hut they did vandalise so.
I’m sure they had a good time at the seaside you know.
Playing kick the door in, smash the windows too.
Trying to find something to steal, I hope it wasn’t you!
No, poets are nice people, they really are you know.
And on that note, I must finish as it is now time to go.
Form:
Ma,
Leaping off the crown of a candle,
A hot bead without hold or handle,
Blobbed as us all on the bee-smell body of a star.
Air,
Shushing from the womb of her shell room,
The leant lung's slow snore looping her loom,
Muddled with the booze which bruised her peaceful as a pear.
Hands,
Holding normal knowings in knot-roots,
Splaying through the spokes of new cahoots,
All gusts must rust and turn to dust ~ as Felixstowe pebbles will wave to wax; fast towed, fed lights, we the festooned elixir of ocean-spanned sands.